Introduction: The Golden Age

Long ago in the lands of Azeroth, there were five guilds of power throughout the land. Each guild was part of The Grand Alliance, consisting of Night Elves, Men, Dwarves, and Gnomes. Their mission was to defend the Alliance from the savage Horde, consisting of Orcs, Trolls, Tauren, and the Forsaken Undead.

The First Guild, Denial, held the utmost power and was the head guild of the Alliance, this guild maintained the capital cities of the Alliance.
The Second, Veritas, watched over the Blasted Lands, guarding the Dark Portal, from falling into of the hands of the Horde.
The Third, Virulent Vanguard, patrolled the far off lands of Kalimdor, watching over the Ashenvale forest.
The Fourth, Genesis, protected the Hillsbrad foothills from Undead invasion.
And The Fifth, The Gladiators, watched over the port cities of Theramore and Menethil Harbor.

For years these guilds protected their Alliance from the Horde, but it was not always that way. In the deserts of Silithus, near the Ruins of Ahn Qiraj, the Horde amassed into an army, large enough to challenge the five guilds of power. Growing in strength, the Horde forces banded together and formed their own guilds, Liquid Reality, and Grim Riders. Then the Horde marched to Azshara, under the control of the young guild, Denial.

The battle was long and bloody though, rising weak, but victorious was Denial. Meese, the leader of Denial, knowing it was only a matter of time before the Horde regrouped in Silithus, Meese decided that it would be prudent to march for Silithus as soon as possible. However, Denial was weak, and he knew that Denial could not take on the Horde alone. For days Meese pondered what the solution may be until he came up with a plan. He would summon together any guild willing to aid him against the Horde and unite them. Sending Ambassadors, Meese waited for months for a reply from any guild. Finally the Ambassadors returned from their long journey. Four of the ten brought with them replies of aid. These four were, Veritas, Genesis, Virulent Vanguard, and The Gladiators. Banding together, the five guilds marched for Silithus and confronted Liquid Reality for a final battle.

Finally after weeks of battle Liquid Reality fell. The lands were once again safe and so the guilds put together a security system to ensure that nothing like this could ever happen again.

Together these guilds maintained peace throughout the land.
Until the chaos of the Burning Legion fell upon them....

Prologue:

Azeroth.... only months ago the Dark Portal opened, allowing the demonic Burning Legion to once more return to the world. The shattered land of Draenor, now called Outland has become the front lines of the battle. The Burning Crusade soon began and with it, tales of adventurers and heroes banding together to fight a common cause. Illidan sent out his forces into the battle, causing a four way war between the Burning Legion, Horde, Alliance, and Illidari. Against all odds the heroes pressed on, defeating Illidan once and for all. The heroism continued as Prince Kael'thas was defeated when he turned against his people, the Blood Elves and joined forces with the Burning Legion. Soon the trolls of the Amani, led by Zul'Jin attacked the Blood Elves, intending to wipe them out, however both the Horde and the Alliance, realizing that they needed the Blood Elves to help fight the Burning Legion, came to the Blood Elves' aid. Only recently, Kil'Jaeden himself joined the fight, controlling the Blood Elves once coveted Sunwell. Before long Kil'Jaeden also met his end. Now the Horde and Alliance are left fighting the rest of the Burning Legion, but not without a feeling of doubt. Whispers of great happenings in the cold wastelands of Northrend have begun to reach the ears of both the Horde and Alliance. Rumors that The Lich King himself has returned, and this time he is more powerful than ever before. Months and months ago undead armies of the Scourge, the Lich King's servants, attacked both Horde and Alliance cities. Each faction succeeded in driving off the Scourge, but questions remain. Was this truly a setback for the Lich King? The Lich King's plan for his Scourge to once again attempt to purge the living from Azeroth seems to be turning into a more and more mysterious rumor then ever. Soon after the Scourge's attack, Kel'Thuzad, the commander of all Scourge remaining on Azeroth, in the Plaguelands, was killed. Does this mean that the Lich King has been truly setback? Only time will tell....

In stormwind there is a dungeon that few know of. Deep below the royal chamber, the dark dreary dungeon houses those who have committed the worse of crimes. The prisoners aren't treated human here, depending on their crimes determines their torture. In the distance a loud yell of pain is heard, someone has just had a hot piece of iron put into their mouth. In the deeper part of this dungeon was a chained paladin, still in armor but seperated from his weapons. He was chained to the wall and hadn't eaten in days, or drunk. He hung there with his head down until he heard a loud boom.

Fan fiction based on the Warcraft 3 map, Undead Assault 2

March 11, 2058

Karazhan towered over the entire pass, as if grinning sinisterly and moving its unseeing stare all around. Whoever passed through Deadwind could not ignore the soaring tower. The skies above it seemed to always be gray and the even darker clouds always carried rain, thunder and something no one could put a finger on. But it was nothing good, they knew. The tower of Karazhan seemed to be the only shelter from rain and thunderstorm, but no one who rode near ever dared to hide in it. Not even the not at all intelligent ogre tribe ever came near.

I swung the blade in the air.
'Not bad.' he commented, blocking the blow with his own sword. Pushing me backwards, he added: 'But you need to take advantage of the length, little brother.'

We were twins, but he still called me his little brother. I guess it was because he always seemed better at everything. I felt like his shade, always at least a step behind him. Everyone kept praising him - Dryne this, Dryne that... I did trust his talents, but I feel excused that I envied him... at least a bit.

This is a Sequel to the "Tales From Blackrock Depths"

Author Disclaimer: For this and all subsequent chapters - I do not own the rights to Blizzard or World of Warcraft. This is simply a fan work made by a fan for fans borrowing settings and characters that Blizzard has created.

Chapter 1 - The Blind Date

This is a Prequel to the "A Rogue of Good Intentions"

Author Disclaimer: For this and all subsequent chapters - I do not own the rights to Blizzard or World of Warcraft. This is simply a fan work made by a fan for fans borrowing settings and characters that Blizzard has created.

Chapter One - A Rogue Pint

Fiddich’s heart was heavier than his tired feet as he crossed the bridge into Lakeshire late at night. Other than a tense looking group of garrison soldiers nervously watching the dark wilderness outside the warmth of their torches, the town was asleep.

He nearly tripped over the wooden repairs hastily patched over the damaged stone bridge. A handful of broken blades and snapped stone axes hadn’t yet been removed. A battle had taken place recently, but that didn‘t surprise Fiddich, the whole world was falling to pieces.

“You lookin’ for work, friend?” A man asked.

Conspiracies and Flight